Stephen King Quotes - Page 2

Talent is a wonderful thing, but it won't carry a quitter.

norris didn't cry, but he was apt to puke on them, the way he had puked on homer gamache that time he had found homer sprawled in a ditch out by homeland cemetary, beaten to death with his own artificial arm.

A hurt body and mind aren’t just like a dictatorship; they are a dictatorship. There is no tyrant as merciless as pain, no despot so cruel as confusion. That my mind had been as badly hurt as my body was a thing I only came to realize once I was alone and all other voices dropped away.

Only God gets it right the first time and only a slob says, "Oh well, let it go, that's what copyeditors are for.

How to Draw a Picture (XII)Know when you're finished, and when you are, put your pencil or your paintbrush down. All the rest is only life.

My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.

Once, during the drinking phase, Wendy had accused him of desiring his own destruction but not possessing the necessary moral fiber to support a full-blown deathwish. So he manufactured ways in which other people could do it, lopping a piece at a time off himself and their family.

Paths cross all the time in this world of ours, sometimes in the strangest places- Charles Jacobs

stop now before i kill youa word to the wise from your friendPENNYWISE

His mind is like that. On the inside, where he never smiles.

No one ever forgets a toy that made him or her supremely happy as a child, even if that toy is replaced by one like it that is much nicer.

Obliqueness is the curse of the reading class.

A little arrogance (or even a lot) isn't such a bad thing, although your mother undoubtedly told you different. Mine did. "Pride goeth before a fall, Stephen", she said... and then I found out - right around the age that is 19 x 2 - that eventually you fall down, anyway.

Allie sighed. It was an old yellow sound, like turning pages.

Come to the book as you would come to an unexplored land. Come without a map. Explore it and draw your own map.

No, it’s not a very good story - its author was too busy listening to other voices to listen as closely as he should have to the one coming from inside.

you must not come lightly to the blank page.

They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

Men! She could not understand why so many women feared them. Hadn't the gods made them with the most vulnerable part of their guts hanging right out of their bodies, like a misplaced bit of bowel? Kick them there and they curled up like snails. Caress them there and their brains melted.

As with all other aspects of the narrative art, you will improve with practice, but practice will never make you perfect. Why should it? What fun would that be?

It didn´t occur to me until later that there´s another truth, very simple: greed in a good cause is still greed.

Being sorry for myself is a luxury I can't afford.

He was a poet who sometimes taught Free University classes or travelled in the western states of Utah, Nevada, and Arizona, speaking to high school English classes, stunning middle-class boys and girls (he hoped) with the news that poetry was alive—narcoleptic, to be sure, but still possessed of a certain hideous vitality.

Any good marriage is secret territory, a necessary white space on society’s map. What others don’t know about it is what makes it yours.

Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.

Get busy living or get busy dying.”― Stephen King, The Shawshank Redemption

Better to be dirty than dead.

Your hair is winter fire,January embers.My heart burns there, too.-Stephen King, IT

There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.

The prosaic fact of the universe's existence alone defeats both the pragmatist and the romantic.

In nightmares we can think the worst. That's what they're for, I guess.

Most politicians lie for the same reason a monkey swings by his tail, which is to say because he can.

A few of the gunslingers dance, but only a few. And they were the young ones. The other ones only sat, and it seemed to me they were half embarrassed in all that light, that civilized light.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.― Stephen King, The Shining

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12 - Jesus, did you?

The things a man sees when he ain't got a gun.--Watson the Caretaker

Paths cross all the time in this world of our, sometimes in the strangest places.

By the time he was done with the deer it had been dark three hours and his bad leg was singing 'Ave Maria'.

In a democracy we sometimes have to put up with things we don't life or approve of.

They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.

Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.

I'm going out for a bottle of champagne. We're going to get bombed.

Resolution demands a sacrifice.

Sometimes stories cry out to be told in such loud voices that you write them just to shut them up.

It all floats down here!

You try to tell yourself that you've been lucky, most incredibly lucky, and usually that works because it's true. Sometimes it doesn't work, that's all. Then you cry.

...it was another year or two before I discovered that drat and draft were different words. During that same period I remember believing that details were dentals and that a bitch was an extremely tall woman. A son of a bitch was apt to be a basketball player. When you're six, most of your Bingo balls are still floating around in the draw-tank" (27-8).

By the time I was fourteen the nail in my wall would no longer support the weight of the rejection slips impaled upon it. I replaced the nail with a spike and went on writing.

To the champ, everything is serious business. I'm hoping that he'll live long enough to learn that in this world that is a very dangerous attitude.

Kindle, isn’t it?” the waitress asked. “I got one for Christmas, and I love it. I’m reading my way through all of Jodi Picoult’s books.” “Oh, probably not all of them,” Wesley said. “Huh? Why not?” “She’s probably got another one done already. That’s all I meant.” “And James Patterson’s probably written one since he got up this morning!” she said, and went off chortling.

What none of them knew, of course, was that Carrie White was telekinetic.

That one smooth black eye stared, and reflected in it I fancied I could see the cyclopeon city, and the endless column of the marching dead.

It was all right to feel fear, but sometimes a very bad idea to show it.

He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he's alone and will be for long. He cried because safety and reason seemed to have left the world. Loneliness was a reality, but in this situation madness was also remotely a possibility.

And the shooting will happen so fast and be over so quick that you'll wonder what all the planning and palaver was for, when in the end it always comes down to the same five minutes' worth of blood, pain, and stupidity.

love is what moves the world, I've always thought...it is the only thing which allows men and women to stand in a world where gravity always seems to want to pull them down...bring them low...and make them crawl...

I don't believe in any actual thinking God that marks the fall of every bird in Australia or every bug in India, a God that records all of our sins in a big golden book and judges us when we die - I don't want to believe in a God who would deliberately create bad people and then deliberately send them to roast in a hell He created-but I believe there has to be something

Teaching school is like having jumper cables hooked to your brain, draining all the juice out of you.

Writing isn't about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end it's about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life as well. It's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy. ...this book...is a permission slip: you can, you should, and if you're brave enough to start, you will. Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.